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I pulled into my driveway. It was 2:00 am. I sat there for a while listening to the cd playing, thinking about what happened just hours before. I remember saying to myself, “it was my husband’s idea. He wanted this”. I felt guilty, but also felt different. I turned the car off, reached under my skirt and took off my panties and went into the house. I closed the door quietly behind me. My high heels clicked as I walked slowly down the hall to our bedroom. I hesitated a moment before going in; not